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Basic Info
-I'm *personal info removed by staff*
-A girl, but not a girly type of girl
Fanon Info
-I'm in a point of a big obsession over Harry Potter (damn, that secret is out)
-I had been in fanon for about 3 yea

There was always something special about Bella. Something that no one can describe, yet along understand. I could call it her charm, but it went beyond that. She can made you do her bidding without even using much of herself. She just had to look at you, and you were captured her. She was what everyone would call a true Black from the way she looked to the way she moved

"Something happened out there in Peggy Cove that night, and it changed him"

After his father died, Jerry Weasley wanted to find out more about his father aside from being a bitter own man. His quest led him to discover what happened that night at Peggy Cove that changed his father.

He was the reason I was sitting in this very pub with death marked on my bare hands. Fudge’s mission was easy; it was simply to kill Draco Malfoy, the last of the death eaters. What better way to end Malfoy’s life than to do it in the hands of his own enemy, me.

My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To me, Hogwarts has always been more than a just for school. Like so many others, Hogwarts is a home - my home.

“Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies . . . ”

A shower begins to pour turning the simple beat into a song of rain. Every time I close my eyes, I can see bodies of people I once knew, hear their screams, and smell their blood. The sight of blood in the rain is a picture of an endless sea of red flowing across the land staining its beauty into nothing but the ugliness of death. It soon consumes you, drowning you in it. It's their blood that won't come off - blood won't wash away, and it's their blood that will make you remember.

We held onto each other in the mist of darkness. I felt you, every sorrow in you. The long painful story your scar told me. The isolation your bones seemed to carry and your eyes held the desire to be loved. I found you. Have you found me?

During moments like these, I would reach out and touch his hand. The palm of my hand is pressed against his cold dry skin of his. Our fingers will entwined, sharing whatever warmth we have left in our flesh. It is our way of breaking loneliness –to make sure that we are still alive. We will sit in silence just waiting.

A spell had been launched through Hogwart School, thanks to the Weasley twins. The spell turned everyone into a black and white detective movie with Fred Weasley as the star. No one remembers anyone and a murder had occurred. Could Fred link all the clues together and solve the crime to break this horrible spell?

"Maybe they thought no one would know, no one would find out there dirty little secret, but I did."
A short ficlet that talks about Hermione feeling toward her two best friends being involved with each other.